Går I Kras by Amateur Hour

I’ve been told it’s a Gen Z thing, or a liberal thing, or a mom thing, or a diagnosable thing, and I have no reason to believe that any of these people aren’t telling the truth. It’s not just you or your family or your country or your climate; the world is tired. Despite the rise of the hypnagogic pop genre to capture this condition, the sound and its capabilities only really reached fruition with the new album Går I Kras by Amateur Hour, a generationally powerful read of an inescapable zeitgeist. Low fidelity yet ruthlessly precise production stands our hairs on end, introducing each successive musical element as a ghost to haunt our bloodshot mind. Vintage electronic organs and digitally crushed guitars provide the record with its eerily sparse atmosphere, setting up an intimate stage with a dreamy vocalist at its center. These vocals repeat absurd, melancholic, or downright terrifying mantras, sending our insomniac restless thoughts spinning into enormous waves of anxiety. You’re sleeping through the apocalypse; who knows where you’ll awaken?